'You have even less than you thought!'
Good people are easy to prey on.
Peace, Prosperity, & Justice For All…means exactly that.
It doesn't include lying, cheating, and stealing.
Grass roots matter.
You yearn for confidence and the Wild West in this beautiful brave new world. It is what it is. Ok then. Standards will be set very soon. Stage is set.
If people are getting away without justice then maybe the only way to survive is to learn new skills? Are these the precedents being set, or are those in power unable to manage according to Christian values? It's an important disclosure. Where we headed?
If you say 'we are at war', I have my answer. Don't be hypocritical now!
The West deserves interest also. The Federal Reserve wasn't my fucking idea and I wasn't at Jeckyl Island. I fucking fight for the lives of fucking thieves unknowingly I'm sure.
I fucking told you that if we dissolve the Fed you should withdraw ya fucking cyber rat pack. Don't taint your colourful culture anymore. I'm almost done.
Do I not matter?
Never fall into the false sense of security or 'vagueness' and ever, never never ever, give your private keys to anyone. Even if you are staking and they change the token and ya keen to get the jobbie done. You can't have faith in all of humanity yet. A thief is a thief. People know who they are. You should pray for them.
Crimes against Mom.
Well, Gold, Silver, and good purpose-orientated crypto currencies is the way of our big beautiful brave new world iddinit? Boy do I have some stories if that's the case. What ya want? You've gone from one extreme to the fucking other, and it has the potential to fuck the masses like never before.
It's on my crest. If I can't be a Paladin I'll be a fucking Martyr. Wasn't my choice. You just knew my choices 🛡
All good. It's just a way of the military thanking me, and me thanking them. Pussies.
My music and meltdowns are sometimes a bit scary. Specially for the militant Biblefags. Here's something more suitable.
… faceplate off of a fitness ball drunk, oh, and king hit a few times.
You flog dogs.
Prison?
Flog the workers. Feather the faux folly.
Well aware. Hence the masochism. It's all part and parcel and they knowingly know it. They love me, but not themselves yet, so they will keep comin.
What? … that I said in the heat of a breakup argument that there is no God and death is just blackened, nothingness' oblivion? Same ol same ol. Blame the derogatorily or admirably named 'normie' and not the satanic cabal that does everything in it's might to just fuck with you and hold you down. I'm sincerely sorry. That's how I truly felt. It's still there, but not as much.
There is no hug unless it's in person.
You can't hold that against me, I'm renowned for surprises. If I lose, you lose.